World Become Spectacle

World become spectacle,
souls become dust.
Reason turns union to division,
curse turns from rarity to norm.
What body must be offered,
only to be torn apart?
What command from Rome,
must be shouted down by masses?
We tear skin from muscle,
shred muscle from bone.
In our ignorance we eat each other,
gleefully recorded for posterity.
Furiously typed retorts, hope for congrats,
glad hands slap backs, tested for tenderness.
When will those who stand… together(?),
turn on friend like foe?
Offer up yourself in this game society created,
only so teeth would gnash in disdain and greed.
“Another one has ceased to be!”
shouted from corner and web.
Until there is no one left,
to stand beside… triumphantly?